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Hejira: Crystalline Hall

By Mantrid Brizon

Episode 13.5: Succumbing

Gareth sits and thinks, watching the clouds and lying back in the grass. The hours pass by slowly, and by that evening, Gareth still sits alone at the edge of the camp. He watches the sun as it begins to set in the east. He gets up and sighs. He has been thinking and sulking for too long. He begins walking back to the yurt, but stops when he realizes that he still hasn't learned anything of real value from Sarvah. He looks at the setting sun, then toward Sarvah's yurt. He hesitantly approaches the yurt and enters.

“So, you decided to show." Sarvah says as he steps into the room.

“Yeah, I-" Gareth stops dead in his tracks. “Well… Hello there."

Sitting upright and on a rug that acts as the floor of her yurt, Sarvah wears only a robe that's open at the front. With her legs crossed and body straightened, he cannot see her uncovered loins, nor do the nipples of her ample breasts show. Her garment was clearly chosen in the event that he followed her, something that she could easily close if anyone else but Gareth entered.

“Hi. Are you going to stand there, or are you going to… Enter?" She asks with a lustful tone, her icy blue eyes narrowed.

“I thought we might be able to talk." He says as he steps further inside, kneeling down by her legs.

“About?" She asks.

“You seem to know this area very well. Maybe you know the terrain… Better…"

His words soften as his sentence is cut short. Leaning back, Sarvah's open rob slips beyond her sides and reveals the fullness of her large breasts. Black, perky nipples look back at him as she stretches out on her rug. Straightening her legs, his eyes are pulled downward like a magnet. Unable to control his gaze, he briefly spots the glistening, black nether lips which are shrouded in black fur, with a few millimeters of bare flesh that allow her vagina to be perfectly seen. Clearing his throat, Sarvah giggles and raises a leg, bending her knee and blocking his view.

“Continue." She coos.

“I'd really like to know the terrain… Uh, the terrain we might expect on our journey north." He says.

As he speaks, she reaches out a hand and touches his forearm quite softly.

“Why not journey south instead?" She asks sweetly.

“We came from the south." He answers.

“We all did. Don't you want to go back there, even for a moment?" She asks, pulling at his arm.

“I don't think talking about the same south." A blushing Gareth remarks.

With a rather strong pull, she yanks his arm and Gareth falls forward, already perched unsteadily on his knees. Extending his arms to prevent injury, one lands near Sarvah's left arm, while the other is just over her right shoulder and near her head. Turning, she sniffs and then licks his forearm, her hands gripping his sides and pulling. Lowering her leg, Sarvah positions herself as she tugs at the human, soon lying beneath him and with their legs entwined.

“Okay, this isn't how I thought this was going to go." Gareth remarks.

“Is it better?" Sarvah asks softly.

Looking her over, Gareth suddenly tries to pull away. Sarvah's eyes grow wide in shock. She cannot believe that he would rather back away than continue. For a split second, she feels a sting of rejection in her heart. In a panic, she reacts.

“Wait!" She cries out, taking hold of his forearms as he rises. Taking a moment to collect her thoughts, she flashes a warm smile. “What troubles you, Gareth? Don't you want my comfort?"

“I…" He hesitates to speak. “This isn't right. No matter what my body wants, I can't do that to Kahlera."

“Then you do desire me?!" Sarvah asks with a toothy grin.

“I care about Kahlera and I wouldn't want to hurt her feelings." He continues.

“Why does it matter?"

“If she is struggling to come to terms, then a part of her cares about me, and I don't want that part to be in pain."

Touched by his honesty, Sarvah briefly wonders if she can even continue. A quick glance of the handsome human who rests on his hands and knees over her pushes that thought from her mind. The devious wolfess takes a breath.

“Kahlera knows that you two cannot be together. It is not allowed by her tribe; none of the Sahvorai from the north mate with or marry humans. While protecting her feelings is noble, it doesn't help you at all. What do you get out of denying yourself, knowing full well that you will not receive anything for it? Shouldn't you attempt to move on and enjoy your life? Would that possibly aid her healing process?" Sarvah poses.

“Maybe… I…"

“I am not from the north, and I don't have any reason not to mate with you, or… Well… At least if you mated with me, you would know where we stand afterward; you wouldn't be suffering in confusion and doubt as you are. I would never do that to you." She grins pleasantly.

As he carefully considers her words, she gently rakes her claws over the flesh of his forearms. The soft strokes, her fur against the flesh of his arms and the gentle pressure of her ample breasts against his chest all give him pause. Every cell in his body cries out for her like a dying man in a desert crying out for water. Turning his eyes to her, he is at a loss for words. Everything she has said feels right to him, but his heart worries for Kahlera, whether she cares for him or not.

The two stare at each other for a moment before Gareth turns his eyes. He is stuck between wanting to stay or leave. Looking back, his head moves slightly closer. Taking it as a cue, whether it was one or not, Sarvah pushes her head forward and plants a gentle, even loving kiss upon his lips. With a little smile ever present on her face, she rests her head on the rug and watches him, awaiting his response. Already at the edge of his willpower, she isn't waiting long. Leaning forward, Gareth kisses Sarvah back, his eyes closed and a hand on her cheek, just beyond her snout.

As he tries to control himself, he pulls back away. Sarvah continues unimpeded and rests a hand over his groin, stroking the growing flesh beneath. She gasps at the fullness she feels and quickly undoes his pants, figuring out the simple belt clasp, before opening his button and zipper with ease. Necking her as the she-wolf works, she pushes down his pants and underwear. Taking his manhood in her hand and feeling the burning hot organ, she gasps and looks down.

Gareth stops in turn and looks to his soon-to-be lover, smirking at the awed expression on her face. She seems to marvel at both his size, which he would only consider above-average, as well as his shape. Immediately recognizing that the tables have turned, Gareth takes control. Spreading her legs, he reaches a hand down and startles Sarvah by massaging her nether lips and clitoris. Biting her bottom lip, Sarvah coos and closes her eyes, stroking his large phallus with both hands. One soon reaches down and feels the size of his testicles, once again briefly shocking her.

“Now I want you to be a good girl." A confident Gareth growls.

“O-okay." Sarvah nods.

Taking hold of his member, he adjusts his position and spreads her legs far apart, lowering himself until he can tease her clitoris and opening with the engorged head. Wriggling and moaning, Sarvah wraps her arms around her lover and gently rakes at his clothing, soon trying to pull his shirt from his body. Pushing off his shoes at the heel, Gareth stops and stands, only to quickly strip. As he stands, Sarvah sits up, takes hold of his penis at the base with both of her hands, and opens her mouth wide. He groans and rests his hand on her sheet white hair as she eagerly sucks on his thick cock.

“Is that good? Do you like how it tastes?" He asks.

“Mmm-mm!" She moans, subtly nodding as her head moves back and forth.

“Get it nice and wet, but don't make me finish." He sternly warns, stroking her head like a pet.

After a few moments, he suddenly pulls away and lies Sarvah back down, lying over her and positioning himself between her legs.

“What about me? Don't I get a turn?" She cutely asks.

“You aren't in charge here, babe." He casually retorts.

“Wha-? I-"

“I saw how you were looking." Gareth interrupts. “You haven't had a man like me; I'm an alpha, and I don't take orders, but I'll consider requests."

“Ah-alright." Sarvah whimpers softly.

Normally she would be furious, but as he rubs the head of his penis against her aching loins, and feels his lips against hers, his tongue wrapping around her own, she enjoys his sudden assertiveness. Without much delay, Gareth pushes the spit-drenched phallus into Sarvah's awaiting hole, stretching her nether lips as the head invades her body. She grunts and her claws rake his bare flesh as her vaginal canal stretches to fit a penis considerably larger than any she's had in the past.

With teeth clenched and her eyes wincing, she can't believe how full she feels. The shaft grows ever larger beyond the somewhat pointed head, his penis shaped a bit like a primitive wooden spear. The sensation of fullness is incredible, and the subtle rim of his head is enough to rub her spots as he drives himself home within her hungry pussy. Her hard, black nipples rub against the peach colored flesh of his chest as the lovers make-out and mate, his pelvis swaying as he pumps his cock into and out of the dark flesh of her love tunnel.

It doesn't take long before Sarvah feels a building within her. She's amazed that she feels such pleasure so quickly. Perhaps it's her vagina, admittedly somewhat smaller than average; her previous lovers, all conventionally sized, felt big to her, but Gareth is even bigger. Perhaps it's Gareth's attractiveness, or the mental stimulation of satisfying her human fetish? Perhaps it's the genuine connection she feels with the charming and handsome young man, or perhaps it's a mixture of everything? As each thrust brings her rapidly closer to a climactic finish, Sarvah soon realizes that it doesn't matter.

With her hands holding onto his shoulders, she glances down and squeals, her body shifting up and down with each of Gareth's powerful thrusts. Resting his chin over her shoulder, partially to keep her from sliding away as he pounds his cock into her taut flesh, he necks the wolfess. She glances down to see the somewhat tanned skin of the Caucasian's penis as it drives into the charcoal black flesh of her loins. The color contrast arouses her even more. It's all the added stimulation she needs, and Sarvah's brain releases a wave of pleasure that runs throughout her body.

Gasping for breath, her pleasure is so intense that it bypasses screaming and she finds herself silently choking on the oxygen before her face, her eyes as wide as silver dollars as she stares at the ceiling of the yurt and her entire body tremors. Grunting loudly, Gareth can feel her pussy as it clamps down onto him like a burning hot and soaking wet vice. A faint splash upon his scrotum catches his attention and he glances down, while continuing his work. With his shaft covered in the familiar white cream of a female's cum, he notices a watery substance softly splashing him.

Is Sarvah a squirter and that's what happens when he doesn't pull out to accommodate her? Overcome by a perverse curiosity, Gareth ceases their mating to test his theory. Lying on his back, Gareth guides Sarvah over him and quickly reinserts his large cock into her tight loins. Her nether lips stretch all over again and she grits her teeth, resting her hands atop his chest and smooshing her big breasts together as she rides her lover. Her tail wags as she bounces, her big and heavy boobs swaying in little swirls.

Gareth quickly reaches up and grabs them, fondling and massaging her breasts before giving her black nipples a pinch. He chuckles at the way Sarvah squeals, accepting his orders and doing her best to pleasure him like a loyal pet. It only boosts his ego when he remembers that she leads an entire tribe and could have him killed at any time. Sitting upright, the pair kiss again. Gareth notices a passion in her lips and tongue that wasn't there before; he's been kissed like that before, by a woman he had dated long-term.

He pulls away and tends to her neck, kissing along her face before reaching it. Leaning her back, he then licks, sucks and gently nibbles on Sarvah's large breasts and her fleshy nipples, all the while making her ride him like a good girl. She swivels and bucks her hips, taking him to the base, which is quite the challenge for her body and especially in this position. Just as his pleasure begins to build, Sarvah suddenly cums again, plopping down atop his lap and shivering as though left naked in a blizzard. He feels the splashing but cannot see it.

Not to be defeated, he orders Sarvah to keep going, but this time to turn around. Lying on his back, she rides him reverse-cowgirl for a while. First, her hands rest on his shins as he grips her plump buttocks and directs her movements. Once she has recovered enough to continue on her own, she sits upright, not even requiring her hands to support her. With their newfound freedom, she fondles her own, ample breasts, spreads her ass cheeks for his viewing pleasure, and reaches down to stroke his large scrotum and full balls.

Feeling that she is taking too much control without his permission, Gareth stops the session again and places Sarvah on her hands and knees. Resting her head and shoulders on a series of large, cylindrical pillows, he kneels behind her and quickly resumes control. With his hands gripping firmly to her shapely waist, he drives his member into and out of her body as she squeals and writhes, her tail flailing about in brief, random patterns. Smacking the somewhat damp fur of her plump buttocks, she grins wide and drools as she succumbs to his control.

His every touch drives her wild, and she cannot remember having such a wonderful lover, nor one who could dominate her with such ease; in the past it had often been Sarvah who orchestrated everything. She enjoys herself more this way. Shivering and groaning, she drools onto her rug as her body sways back and forth, further aroused by the sound and sensation of Gareth's heavy balls plopping against her nether lips and clitoris. Leaning forward, Gareth fondles her breasts and necks her, his sweaty chest pressing against the damp, matted fur of her back.

Like a mare beneath a stallion, she is at his whim and loves every second of it. With eyes shut tightly, she grunts and groans louder and Gareth knows what to expect. Feeling her loins squeezing him even tighter, he straightens out and watches to see what will happen. As he plows Sarvah's hungry pussy, she orgasms for the third time, a wash of clear liquid struggling to squirt from her body. It's as though his thickness is too much and it blocks the flow. Pulling back until the head nearly slips out, a geyser of her cum shoots out and over his penis, drenching him in her liquids.

With a wide and confident grin, Gareth eagerly dives back into his mate. Sarvah, barely able to hold herself up, flops over and rolls partially onto her side from the lack of strength. Pulling out, Gareth takes hold of her uppermost leg and lifts it, spreading them apart and moving it across his chest as he positions her onto her back once more. Lying over her, he kisses her passionately and holds her tightly with an arm around her waist. Pushing back into her body, he focuses solely on his own pleasure, driving his engorged organ in and out of her pussy with long, swift strokes.

After a few minutes, he nears his peak and the human grunts louder. Sarvah's weakened arms stroke his sides as she awaits the fruit of their passion, eager to feel the wash of her lover's cum. Holding him as tightly as she can, Sarvah tilts her pelvis slightly, forming a subtle crescent shape with her body as she lay beneath her lover. With her breasts pressed tightly against his chest and their bodies covered in sweat, strands of her fur sticking to his flesh, Sarvah begs Gareth to release.

“Please… Hff… Give me, nng, your seed. I want every, NNG, last drop, ah!"

“Good girls, nng, get, nng, to feel their, hhf, master's cum. Nng-are you a, hhf, good girl?" He asks as he grunts and huffs.

“Nnngghhff… Ahhh-yes!"

Sliding his hands down and placing them over the plump flesh of her buttocks, he shortens his strokes but increases the force. He pummels her pussy with his thick cock, fervently trying to bury himself within her and even pressing harder after each thrust. With his fingers flexing and squeezing her ass, his grunts grow even louder, his body trembling as his strokes become shorter; Sarvah is certain what will happen next. After holding out for as long as he can, he pushes in deeply. Burying his member completely within her, he opens the floodgates and releases his seed.

Sarvah squeals as powerful jets flood her insides, washing the entirety of her cervix and filling it with a volume unlike any she has felt before. It drives her over the edge once again; as soon as his cum touches the opening of her cervix, she quivers in pleasure from a fourth orgasm, her legs vibrating, toes curling, feet swaying limply in the air and hands clawing at his back and sides. Panting for breath, Gareth shoots what feels like several ounces or more of semen into her body. For a moment, the she-wolf wonders if her birth control tea will be strong enough; the filthy thought brings a smile to her lips.

As the two relax, she can't help but kiss his cheek, stroking his side and his face as though he were more than just a sexual conquest. Though Gareth doesn't seem to notice, Sarvah's taken aback by her own behavior. Although at first, she merely wanted to entertain the attractive human, the first male she'd have enjoyed in a long time, but now? Now she wonders if she will ever stop thinking about him. She's never felt such pleasure from sex before, never realizing the kind of bond that it could build in her heart and mind.

“Oh damn." Gareth says with a sigh. “… Now I'm really hungry."

Sarvah giggles and the two share another kiss. Slowly pulling out of his lover, he lay beside her and pulls up the pillows. Though smelling of sweat and somewhat damp from her body, the pair use them anyway. Pulling softly at her and turning her over, Sarvah picks up on his desires right away, rolling over and pressing her back against his chest as the pair cuddle after sex. Lying there for a moment, she cannot help but ask, though she knows it will only feed his dominance.

“Gareth."

“Yeah?"

“Will we ever do this again?"

“Maybe." He says, softly kissing he cheek. “That all depends."

“On?"

“On whether or not I'll ever see you after we head north."

“Oh… In that case…" Sarvah says as she rolls over, pushing him onto his back and climbing atop him. “Let's make the best of this." She growls lustfully.

Sharing several kisses, Gareth glances down as his organ begins to throb, already starting to harden. He is surprised that nothing drips out of Sarvah's pussy, especially shocking considering the amount he felt himself release. Noticing his gaze, she stops kissing him and glances down.

“See something you like?" She coos.

“Of course, but I couldn't help noticing that my seed isn't coming out of you." Gareth answers.

“It was a lot, the most I've ever felt." She comments. “But I think it's far too deep to come out. That or it's already busy at work." She grins, bearing her teeth and winking at him.

“You sound glad about that." He chuckles.

“I love feeling your seed inside of me." Sarvah says sweetly, her hand reaching down and grasping his gradually erecting member. “It's so… Soothing."

“Good, but you didn't answer my question."

“Didn't I?" She feigns ignorance, pointing his member upward and rubbing it along her nether lips.

“You're very good at that." He remarks.

“I'm good at many things. Watch…" She says, slowly sitting down on his big cock and moaning.